NaPoWriMo - 2021 - XVII - Temporary arrangements

Temporary arrangements

In the attic
as I trip on the juggling balls
I found in a box
and put to one side thinking
your youngest might like them
but I trip and knock
my mother's dressmaking dummy
with my old raincoat on it
and the summer hat
which you wore
for that fortnight in Devon
and it knocks the wardrobe so
the box of gloves and scarfs fall on it
and peacock-like it wears them all
and in it's continuing
it glances off
the box file of old documents
which I was idly leafing through
a moment ago
but the dummy has them now
trying to fill them in
with an arm made from an umbrella
and a biro that's got caught
up somehow in the lace
of the ancient handkerchief
with which it mops its brow
and in its decline
it leafs through old photographs
points at a burry figure
asking: Was this Clive?
and I in all honesty do not know
but the dummy continues
to go through the air
and the motions
as it briefly plays a game of Ker Plunk (tm)
picks Dad's old harmonica
but thankfully attempts no tune
and now it's leafing through
a stack of old poetry magazines
holding one out, open,
pointing with the biro
as if to say
that it could write a better effort any day
and the collapse now nearing its end
it clips
my sister's old talking doll
Are you my Mummy?
but it's far too late
for that.

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